{"id":707,"date":"2015-12-11T19:40:21","date_gmt":"2015-12-11T19:40:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/?p=707"},"modified":"2015-12-11T19:40:21","modified_gmt":"2015-12-11T19:40:21","slug":"timeless-by-sritha-vemuri-chapter-1s","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/timeless-by-sritha-vemuri-chapter-1s\/","title":{"rendered":"Timeless by Sritha Vemuri — Chapter 1s"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Some people don\u2019t realize how valuable time is. They say,<\/p>\n

\u201cOh it\u2019s just 24 hours!\u201d <\/p>\n

or,<\/p>\n

\u201cJust a week! What a short time!\u201d<\/p>\n

I mean what do they know! But, I have to admit. I thought that way too.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

The breeze hits, knocking me back on my feet. The future was coming for us. Step in the wrong place and you\u2019ll be in the future. Cars that fly, cellphones that follow you wherever you go. Even real BB8\u2019s from Star Wars the Force Awakens! If you\u2019re not a fan of Star Wars (which FYI you should be) then I\u2019ll give you some info. So there\u2019s Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia, Yoda, Boba Fett, Ahsoka Tano, and more. Don\u2019t even get me started about crummy, old, and ugly Luke Skywalker! Anyway\u2026 I was walking through the rough breeze on that sunny, crisp afternoon, tugging the handles of my backpack, while watching my footsteps appear in the mud, leaving a mark until the following travelers would arrive and mark their footsteps on the land, giving proof that they had been there, too. My dirty blond locks flew into my hair, knocking me off course and stopping me in my tracks. I rolled my eyes. My hair had been the least of my problems when I first came but ever since the wind started picking up my locks couldn\u2019t help but have some fun by blowing into my face. I continued down the track, hoping that the people from the future wouldn\u2019t spot me and aim their high tech laser guns at me. One shot from those things and you\u2019d be discinerated. The future isn\u2019t something that you look forward to like you did when you were little, your eyes gleaming with hope that you\u2019ll make a difference and become the richest person alive. Right now during the time of the future that wasn\u2019t what mattered. Your life mattered. By the time I reached camp I found my sister, Camila, waiting for me. Her cocoa powdered hair was tied into a tight bun as she cooked dinner above a small fire she had made.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow\u2019d hiking go?\u201d she asked as she continued to cook food above the fire.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot so well\u2026\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know Bree, we have to move on from this place. If we stay much longer they\u2019ll find us and hunt us down.\u201d she said to me.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know,\u201d I said. \u201cbut don\u2019t you think that you got to live the moment like every day might be your last?\u201d <\/p>\n

\u201cWhen you don\u2019t have anyone, yes. But when you have someone who\u2019s that special something, no. And Bree, you\u2019re my special something.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

The sun shines and the birds chirp. It\u2019s summer. My mother and father watch me from the window as I sing and dance with Camila and push my little brother Johnny on the tire swing. He laughs and screams, \u201cHigher! Higher!\u201d as he goes soaring up in the sky, away from us, and back. Then the people from the future appear and take their laser guns and shoot at Johnny. His head snaps back and he lays, unmoving. Then they shoot at Mom and Dad, who fall to the ground. They smirk at us and touch my brother\u2019s breathless body.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you dare touch him!\u201d Camila screams, and then they shoot at her too and my heart falls and my breathing stops and Camila\u2019s words ring in my ears. \u201cYou\u2019re my special something\u2026\u201d and I fall. I fall into that black hole of loneliness and see Camila\u2019s fingers slip from my grasp, letting me fall, fall, fall.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

I gasp for air, screaming for Camila and Johnny and Mom and Dad. Camila then turns her body and calms me down, singing me a lullaby and kissing my forehead. She was just like mother, but the difference between her and mother was that Camila wasn\u2019t dead and lying on the floor, disintegrated. She was alive and moving. <\/p>\n

Camila and I leave right after a meal of rabbit stew, heading towards the woods. We were heading East. The only safe place I knew in the East was Barley\u2019s. Barley\u2019s was a barber shop down 6th View Avenue and was full of high tech security and armour. The friendly owner; George, had come to our parent\u2019s get together parties and was always making someone smile. When Camila and I reach Barley\u2019s we\u2019re both out of breath and Camila who had been walking more than me, had collapsed in front of the entrance, making me drag her inside. Camila was light for a nineteen year old. She was mostly bony and fragile and preferred to eat less than the rest of the family. When I finally managed to get her inside, I let her doze off on a torn up, leather chair. Then I started looking around for George. I couldn’t find him anywhere, but knowing George he liked to sleep early and was probably dozing off himself. So I settled down next to Camila and let my eyelids droop and my breath steady as sleep took over me.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

I yawn and sit up straight from my place next to Camila and find her still dozing off. I plant a kiss on her cheek and grab a pink, linty hair elastic that was sitting on a chair, brush off the lint, and tie my hair into a ponytail, making it more convenient for me when the wind hits. I look around the rooms until I find a pair of sneakers, my size, and some fresh clothes which I change into. As I try on the clothes I feel convenient with the fact that they fit me as well. I immediately start meditating at the spot, letting my nerves calm down, making me forget about the future for a second and all I see is my family. Johnny with his two front teeth missing, making him look like a six year old even though he was eleven. Father was crouching above Johnny and was staring at him and his perfectly chiseled chin started to glow in the light, and his hazel eyes gleaming with pride. Camila and I, best friends forever, laugh at each other and connect our friendship necklaces together. Then there\u2019s my mother. Perfect mother. Her slim body so perfect and her amber hair glows in the light and her perfect lips, pursed in a tight line but her eyes shine most beautifully. Blue eyes that pour into a sea of emotions nobody could\u2019ve imagined. Emotions like; sadness, anger, fear, love, hate, and death. That\u2019s what I loved about her. You didn\u2019t have to ask. Her eyes told you the whole story. Word to word. Sentence to sentence. Everything. That\u2019s why it pains most to think about her. <\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

I open my eyes and Camila is in front of me. <\/p>\n

\u201cYou know,\u201d she says. \u201cI think you look like a crying baby when you meditate. You should\u2019ve seen your face!\u201d she said making an expression of a twisted face and I elbow her.<\/p>\n

\u2018\u201cYou keep hush about it,\u201d I say leaning in close, whispering. \u201cAnd I won\u2019t tell anyone, if we see anyone, about the fact that you snort like a pig when you\u2019re laughing.\u201d Camila pouts and sticks out her tongue.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re a sore loser Bree.\u201d she says and turning away. <\/p>\n

\u201cAt least I have sportsmanship!\u201d I shout after her, and her cocoa powdered hair sways back and forward in the distance.<\/p>\n

My stomach growled and grumbled and tossed and turned and I found myself chasing after Camila who was holding a pot of left overs from last night\u2019s rabbit stew.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

The next morning I woke up to find that Camila wasn\u2019t right next to me in the bed we had shared. I had given up on finding George. He was probably dead like the others or had been captured and had been reprogrammed to terminate humans like us. I got up and the cold air kissed my cheeks like chocolate bliss and swept me on my feet, making me search for Camila. She was nowhere to be seen. Then I noticed something I hadn\u2019t noticed before. Holes were blasted through the walls and scuff marks were plastered on the floor. Then something with a glint caught my eye. A pin with a red angel on it. The symbol that represented the people from the future. That meant only one thing. Camila was missing because the future had her. What they didn\u2019t know was that they had picked the last straw with me, Bree Suvil.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Some people don\u2019t realize how valuable time is. They say, \u201cOh it\u2019s just 24 hours!\u201d or, \u201cJust a week! What a short time!\u201d I mean what do they know! But, I have to admit. I thought that way too. *** The breeze hits, knocking me back on my feet. The future was coming for us. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":720,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-707","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-all-posts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/707","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/6"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=707"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/707\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":708,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/707\/revisions\/708"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/720"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=707"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=707"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=707"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}